Ghost Ship — Becky Stuart

Through the driving rain and high winds of a fierce summer storm, Carey had spotted a sail. No one believed her, not even Kellogg, until the next day a battered dingy was washed up on the beach. Had there really been a ship out there? Or was it a ghost ship doomed again to flounder in the storm-tossed waters off Long Island? Weell, Kellogg and Carey would find out, even if it meant prying into a romance far older than the one
they were just beginning to discover for themselves.